Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.